|dream #47843 (the red threads)
||[Nov. 4th, 2006|07:15 pm]
8 or so bees in my bonnet
peach coloured morris marina crashed in the tennis court.
i suspected it was the work of joyriders.
i checked the wreckage.
there was a light brown courderoy jacket with two magnets sewn into the back
and a moleskin US army shirt draped over the back of the seat (nice)
& 2 pairs shoes,
...in some kind of educational establishment
red threads (think of a harp)
tin foil wrapped around, closely,
in the japanese style
'how am i doing?'
i asked, quite pleased
i had made an effort
and my teacher, delighted, said
yes, you have an aptitude for this!
'this is very admirable, recreasan, but you forget the most important exercise.
the strings are more esoteric than you portray,
he showed me the work of the (rather foxy) girl opposite,
4 pieces of tin foil, crushed into beautiful wave shapes
wrapped around the top of the red thread.